You would, wouldn't you? If he turned up now, at the front door, knocking loudly, on a cold, dreich December night, the sink piled high with dishes, washing strewn from upstairs down, bills across the kitchen table detailing debts to be paid, the woodpile lower than you would like, a fridge half empty, work tomorrow (the same as the day before), a hoover needing emptied, responsibilities everywhere, an oven to be cleaned- life somehow being half-lived no matter how hard you try to live ...
You'd go. Time and space. Yours. Running.
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Friday 22 November 2013
Small Things
A coconut-fragranced candle sits beside me, its warm glow reflected in the jam jar. A gift given, bought with pocket money pennies, presented with jammy hands at an event forgotten- though the accompanying cuddle remains in memory, that unthinking embrace only a child can offer, so full of 'right now, right now I love you' before running off again towards a plate of empire biscuits.
Wednesday 20 November 2013
Sunshine on Leith
We went to see 'Sunshine on Leith' tonight in the Screen Machine in Lairg. It was terrific! How wonderful to see it all happening in Edinburgh, where I lived for 15 years, where my husband was born and brought up and where our children were brought up until we moved to Sutherland in 1975. It was all so believeable and such a happy film. I wanted to sing all the songs and dance in the isles.
When we get Independence, I think this film should be shown in an outside arena (The Meadows perhaps?) where all the YES voters will gather. What a celebration that will be!
Lily MacKenzie
When we get Independence, I think this film should be shown in an outside arena (The Meadows perhaps?) where all the YES voters will gather. What a celebration that will be!
Lily MacKenzie
Won Hindred End Fortee Crackateers
One, five, four, two, three, sing a song of Numeracy;
A, D, C, B, E, sing a song of Litarasie.
Be new: no imitation
Do not exceed your limi
John Jas Smith
A, D, C, B, E, sing a song of Litarasie.
Be new: no imitation
Do not exceed your limi
John Jas Smith
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